AN: Well, it's kinda abrupt, but here's the last chapter. Bet you weren't expecting that. Happy Halloween! ^_^
Future Lovin' Part 8
Sango sat on Kagome's bed, her face buried in her knees as she bawled her eyes out. Why did it have to happen like that? He was supposed to welcome her with open arms; he was supposed to be appreciative; he was supposed to love her, but all he'd done was push her away, tell her she didn't mean anything to him, that he found other women more attractive than her. How could she have been such a fool? Now she looked like a slut, and it was all because of him!
She desperately felt the need for companionship. She needed a friend right now, but started crying harder when she realized that she was alone in this world. Miroku was the only familiar face in Kagome's time. She certainly didn't know Mrs. Higurashi well enough to tell her sob story to, and there was no one else, no one who would feel sympathy and pat her back, tell her it was ok, that everything would be all right, with or without Miroku.
In fact, there was only one person in either this world or hers that she would feel comfortable enough talking to, and that was Kagome... and she was back in the past. Sniffling one last time, Sango wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked about the room. Nothing here was hers other than the clothes Mrs. Higurashi had bought for her, and those Kagome could easily wear. Oh, and the prizes Hojo and Miroku had won for her... She could care less. There was nothing to pack.
Resolute, Sango stood and marched downstairs and out the front door, completely ignoring Miroku as he chased after her. When he grabbed at her arm, she turned, slugged him, and continued walking as though nothing had happened even as his face hit the ground. Her destination was the wellhouse, and nothing would keep her from it.
The interior of the outbuilding was dark and musty. Surprisingly dry though, the Higurashis kept good care of their shrine. Sango stepped onto the lip of the well. She could not see the bottom. The only thing to do now was take a deep breath and jump in... and so she did.
*****
Miroku staggered to his feet, rubbing his jaw. He had lost track of how many times he'd eaten floor this morning. Far too many for comfort. He briefly considered being angry at Sango, but discarded the idea. This had gone on far too long. It was enough, time to put away all their anger, sit down, and have a nice long chat. He was tired of being angry at Sango, then forgiving her, and having her suddenly do an about-face and be mad at him. It was stupid and childish, and it was time they grew up and worked out the kinks in their relationship. He definitely wanted to have one with her, and not just a physical one either.
He followed her to the wellhouse. So she thought to go back to their time, hm? So what? He would just follow her, and they could talk there in more familiar surroundings. He glanced over his shoulder at the Higurashi house and what little could be seen of the city behind it. He would miss this world, but it was past time to get back to their own.
Miroku ducked into the darkness and heard a rather distinct groan from the well. Peeking over the edge, he saw Sango lying in a heap at the bottom of the well. He clambered down the ladder set in the well and reached her just as she was pulling herself into a sitting position. She looked rather dazed, obviously the shock of hitting the floor was not what she expected.
Miroku wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him, supporting her until she remembered to stand on her own feet. Even after she recovered, he did not remove his arm. He gave her waist a squeeze. "Sango, we need to talk."
Sango tensed and pushed at him. "No, we need to get back home."
Miroku grinned. "Glad you feel the same finally. But we do need to talk." He craned his neck back to look up at the top of the well. They could climb back up and have this discussion in the kitchen, but it was much quieter here, no distractions... He sat, folding his legs beneath him and pulling Sango down with him.
The taija-ya protested, "I just got up!"
Miroku put a finger to her lips. "It's more comfortable to sit than to stand, especially when speaking of such important things as what we are to each other. And you are everything to me."
Sango shook her head. "I am not! What about all the girls you ask that- that stupid, idiotic question? Don't they mean something?"
"No."
Sango inhaled sharply. "Wha- what...?" She foundered for words.
Miroku smiled gently. "I'm not going to lie to you. They don't mean anything other than a brief sexual thrill. You though... I care for you, deeply. All those other girls, I don't see them, I don't actually ask _them_ that question. I'm asking you, always, since I met you I've been talking to you. That's why I never actually asked you... because I already had, and you had rejected me."
He sighed and looked down at his hands. "I know it sounds pathetic, but I am pathetic. I've always known it. I mean, really, what moron goes around asking anything with two legs and breasts if they'd bear his child? The only type of girl I'm going to get a positive answer out of is a whore... and well, they routinely don't make very good mothers, certainly couldn't raise a boy who needs to kill a demon so he doesn't get sucked into his own hand.
"Heh," Miroku snorted, "Kami, that's gonna be the most pathetic way to die. Whoosh, bang, suddenly non-existent, leaving a big-ass crater in the middle of somebody's lawn... Naraku's one sick bastard; who puts a fatal vacuum cleaner in the hand of your enemy? Aren't there other, quicker ways to kill somebody?"
Sango leaned towards him, concern etched on her features. "Houshi-sama-"
"Damn it, Sango! Call me Miroku, or don't call me anything!"
Sango nodded, lowering her eyes. "All right, Hou- er, Miroku. I'm willing," she whispered.
"No, you're not. Don't delude yourself. You can't be. No one could possibly be willing to bear a child when they know the father is going to die soon after or even before its birth. No one could want to, and I don't want you to want to either... However, I do want you to want me. Nothing has to happen, just be there, and don't be angry. I can't stand it when you're angry with me. It makes life so much harder. Some days I feel it would be easier to turn the Kaze ana on myself than face your anger." He smiled sardonically. "No one would miss me that's for sure."
Miroku had only been partially joking when he had said that, but still he did not expect the swift whack of Sango's hand connecting with his cheek. "Don't be stupid, Miroku! We'd all miss you! Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippo, me! Even Kaede and Myouga! You're important to us, to me. We'll beat Naraku and break the curse! We won't let you be killed by it! We care for you too much!"
Miroku rubbed his stinging cheek and smirked. "We care, Sango? Or just you?"
Sango's reply was to wrap her arms around his torso and neck, threading the fingers of her right hand in his hair. "Me, idiot," she murmured and closed the gap between their lips.
A cough and applause from behind them caused them to break apart. Inuyasha, Kagome perched on his back, stood grinning at them in the close confines of the well. "I hope we're not interrupting," the hanyou snickered.
Kagome whapped him over the head. "Quit teasing them. Put me down."
Inuyasha obliged, grumbling under his breath, and Kagome immediately latched on to Sango's arm and practically carried the older girl up the ladder and out of the wellhouse, insisting she get all the details.
The men, left behind in the well, exchanged an eyeroll and a shrug, a shared understanding of the habits of women.
Miroku broke the silence. "Pay up, man. I told you I'd kiss Sango before you and Kagome got anywhere."
A brief smile flitted across Inuyasha's face, come and gone before Miroku could notice it. "All right, all right. Here." Coins were passed from one overly large sleeve to another.
A shoe suddenly hit Miroku in the head. "We were a BET?!" Sango screeched.
Miroku winced. "Nono! It's not like that! Sango, we made it a long time ago. It was a stupid thing to do." He clambered up the ladder and followed the angry woman as she stormed out into the yard. "I'm sorry. I'll give the money back. I'll make it up to you somehow..."
Kagome cocked her head, listening to Miroku's apologies for as long as she could hear them. "You don't think she'll be angry with him too much longer, do you?"
Inuyasha hopped easily out of the well and landed beside her. "Nah, probably not."
Kagome smiled sweetly and held out her hand. "Well, in that case, pay up, lover boy. They are definitely together."
Inuyasha grinned weakly back. "The bouzu sort of wiped me out."
Kagome crossed her arms over her chest. "If that's the case, fine, I'll just have to take it out of your flesh." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him firmly. "One yen." She turned and started out towards the house. "It will take awhile so we'll spread the payment out."
Inuyasha's brow crinkled. "But, Kagome, my kisses should be worth more than one stinkin' yen."
Kagome glared at her over her shoulder. "Are you complaining about having to kiss me?"
Inuyasha waved his hands in front of himself to avoid the same fate as Miroku. "No, no. Just- oh, never mind. Let's get some ramen."
Kagome sighed and slipped next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. He, in turn, draped his around her shoulders. "Is all you think of food?"
"And kissing you." He leaned down to demonstrate. "Two yen."
~Owari
AN: Uh-huh, so sweet it'll make your teeth rot. It's part of the season. ^_^ Oh yeah, I have a new website. It's not actually related to Miroku and Sango, although I will have one of those one of these days. ^_^ http://www.geocities.com/necrophilia_inu/ It has something to do with Kikyo, but don't condemn it yet! Give it a chance! Look at it! Tell me what you think! Happy Halloween again! ^_^
Future Lovin' Part 8
Sango sat on Kagome's bed, her face buried in her knees as she bawled her eyes out. Why did it have to happen like that? He was supposed to welcome her with open arms; he was supposed to be appreciative; he was supposed to love her, but all he'd done was push her away, tell her she didn't mean anything to him, that he found other women more attractive than her. How could she have been such a fool? Now she looked like a slut, and it was all because of him!
She desperately felt the need for companionship. She needed a friend right now, but started crying harder when she realized that she was alone in this world. Miroku was the only familiar face in Kagome's time. She certainly didn't know Mrs. Higurashi well enough to tell her sob story to, and there was no one else, no one who would feel sympathy and pat her back, tell her it was ok, that everything would be all right, with or without Miroku.
In fact, there was only one person in either this world or hers that she would feel comfortable enough talking to, and that was Kagome... and she was back in the past. Sniffling one last time, Sango wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked about the room. Nothing here was hers other than the clothes Mrs. Higurashi had bought for her, and those Kagome could easily wear. Oh, and the prizes Hojo and Miroku had won for her... She could care less. There was nothing to pack.
Resolute, Sango stood and marched downstairs and out the front door, completely ignoring Miroku as he chased after her. When he grabbed at her arm, she turned, slugged him, and continued walking as though nothing had happened even as his face hit the ground. Her destination was the wellhouse, and nothing would keep her from it.
The interior of the outbuilding was dark and musty. Surprisingly dry though, the Higurashis kept good care of their shrine. Sango stepped onto the lip of the well. She could not see the bottom. The only thing to do now was take a deep breath and jump in... and so she did.
*****
Miroku staggered to his feet, rubbing his jaw. He had lost track of how many times he'd eaten floor this morning. Far too many for comfort. He briefly considered being angry at Sango, but discarded the idea. This had gone on far too long. It was enough, time to put away all their anger, sit down, and have a nice long chat. He was tired of being angry at Sango, then forgiving her, and having her suddenly do an about-face and be mad at him. It was stupid and childish, and it was time they grew up and worked out the kinks in their relationship. He definitely wanted to have one with her, and not just a physical one either.
He followed her to the wellhouse. So she thought to go back to their time, hm? So what? He would just follow her, and they could talk there in more familiar surroundings. He glanced over his shoulder at the Higurashi house and what little could be seen of the city behind it. He would miss this world, but it was past time to get back to their own.
Miroku ducked into the darkness and heard a rather distinct groan from the well. Peeking over the edge, he saw Sango lying in a heap at the bottom of the well. He clambered down the ladder set in the well and reached her just as she was pulling herself into a sitting position. She looked rather dazed, obviously the shock of hitting the floor was not what she expected.
Miroku wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him, supporting her until she remembered to stand on her own feet. Even after she recovered, he did not remove his arm. He gave her waist a squeeze. "Sango, we need to talk."
Sango tensed and pushed at him. "No, we need to get back home."
Miroku grinned. "Glad you feel the same finally. But we do need to talk." He craned his neck back to look up at the top of the well. They could climb back up and have this discussion in the kitchen, but it was much quieter here, no distractions... He sat, folding his legs beneath him and pulling Sango down with him.
The taija-ya protested, "I just got up!"
Miroku put a finger to her lips. "It's more comfortable to sit than to stand, especially when speaking of such important things as what we are to each other. And you are everything to me."
Sango shook her head. "I am not! What about all the girls you ask that- that stupid, idiotic question? Don't they mean something?"
"No."
Sango inhaled sharply. "Wha- what...?" She foundered for words.
Miroku smiled gently. "I'm not going to lie to you. They don't mean anything other than a brief sexual thrill. You though... I care for you, deeply. All those other girls, I don't see them, I don't actually ask _them_ that question. I'm asking you, always, since I met you I've been talking to you. That's why I never actually asked you... because I already had, and you had rejected me."
He sighed and looked down at his hands. "I know it sounds pathetic, but I am pathetic. I've always known it. I mean, really, what moron goes around asking anything with two legs and breasts if they'd bear his child? The only type of girl I'm going to get a positive answer out of is a whore... and well, they routinely don't make very good mothers, certainly couldn't raise a boy who needs to kill a demon so he doesn't get sucked into his own hand.
"Heh," Miroku snorted, "Kami, that's gonna be the most pathetic way to die. Whoosh, bang, suddenly non-existent, leaving a big-ass crater in the middle of somebody's lawn... Naraku's one sick bastard; who puts a fatal vacuum cleaner in the hand of your enemy? Aren't there other, quicker ways to kill somebody?"
Sango leaned towards him, concern etched on her features. "Houshi-sama-"
"Damn it, Sango! Call me Miroku, or don't call me anything!"
Sango nodded, lowering her eyes. "All right, Hou- er, Miroku. I'm willing," she whispered.
"No, you're not. Don't delude yourself. You can't be. No one could possibly be willing to bear a child when they know the father is going to die soon after or even before its birth. No one could want to, and I don't want you to want to either... However, I do want you to want me. Nothing has to happen, just be there, and don't be angry. I can't stand it when you're angry with me. It makes life so much harder. Some days I feel it would be easier to turn the Kaze ana on myself than face your anger." He smiled sardonically. "No one would miss me that's for sure."
Miroku had only been partially joking when he had said that, but still he did not expect the swift whack of Sango's hand connecting with his cheek. "Don't be stupid, Miroku! We'd all miss you! Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippo, me! Even Kaede and Myouga! You're important to us, to me. We'll beat Naraku and break the curse! We won't let you be killed by it! We care for you too much!"
Miroku rubbed his stinging cheek and smirked. "We care, Sango? Or just you?"
Sango's reply was to wrap her arms around his torso and neck, threading the fingers of her right hand in his hair. "Me, idiot," she murmured and closed the gap between their lips.
A cough and applause from behind them caused them to break apart. Inuyasha, Kagome perched on his back, stood grinning at them in the close confines of the well. "I hope we're not interrupting," the hanyou snickered.
Kagome whapped him over the head. "Quit teasing them. Put me down."
Inuyasha obliged, grumbling under his breath, and Kagome immediately latched on to Sango's arm and practically carried the older girl up the ladder and out of the wellhouse, insisting she get all the details.
The men, left behind in the well, exchanged an eyeroll and a shrug, a shared understanding of the habits of women.
Miroku broke the silence. "Pay up, man. I told you I'd kiss Sango before you and Kagome got anywhere."
A brief smile flitted across Inuyasha's face, come and gone before Miroku could notice it. "All right, all right. Here." Coins were passed from one overly large sleeve to another.
A shoe suddenly hit Miroku in the head. "We were a BET?!" Sango screeched.
Miroku winced. "Nono! It's not like that! Sango, we made it a long time ago. It was a stupid thing to do." He clambered up the ladder and followed the angry woman as she stormed out into the yard. "I'm sorry. I'll give the money back. I'll make it up to you somehow..."
Kagome cocked her head, listening to Miroku's apologies for as long as she could hear them. "You don't think she'll be angry with him too much longer, do you?"
Inuyasha hopped easily out of the well and landed beside her. "Nah, probably not."
Kagome smiled sweetly and held out her hand. "Well, in that case, pay up, lover boy. They are definitely together."
Inuyasha grinned weakly back. "The bouzu sort of wiped me out."
Kagome crossed her arms over her chest. "If that's the case, fine, I'll just have to take it out of your flesh." She stood on tiptoe to kiss him firmly. "One yen." She turned and started out towards the house. "It will take awhile so we'll spread the payment out."
Inuyasha's brow crinkled. "But, Kagome, my kisses should be worth more than one stinkin' yen."
Kagome glared at her over her shoulder. "Are you complaining about having to kiss me?"
Inuyasha waved his hands in front of himself to avoid the same fate as Miroku. "No, no. Just- oh, never mind. Let's get some ramen."
Kagome sighed and slipped next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. He, in turn, draped his around her shoulders. "Is all you think of food?"
"And kissing you." He leaned down to demonstrate. "Two yen."
~Owari
AN: Uh-huh, so sweet it'll make your teeth rot. It's part of the season. ^_^ Oh yeah, I have a new website. It's not actually related to Miroku and Sango, although I will have one of those one of these days. ^_^ http://www.geocities.com/necrophilia_inu/ It has something to do with Kikyo, but don't condemn it yet! Give it a chance! Look at it! Tell me what you think! Happy Halloween again! ^_^